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Rating: Explicit (But the part posted here is Teen And Up Audiences (Strong language) Fandom: Misfits (TV 2009) Relationships: Simon Bellamy/Nathan Young Characters: Simon Bellamy, Nathan Young, Curtis Donovan, Alisha Daniels, Kelly Bailey, Original Characters, Simon Bellamy's Father, Shaun (Misfits) Additional Tags: Dancing, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Comedy, Fear of Old People, References to Episode: s01e02 Episode Two (Misfits), Minor Original Character(s), OC isn't important, Bonding, self-indulgent fic, Developing Relationship, (More tags, view on AO3) Summary: Nathan and Simon goof off dancing together at a pensioner dance during community service. Afterwards, Nathan tags along back to Simon's house, and things get sexy. Word Count: 6,333

A/N: Title is lyrics from Rock With You by Michael Jackson. (It's also the song they dance to in this fic *wink*)

"Right," Shaun stated, uninterestedly waving to the group of pensioners socializing in the middle of the community center. "don't do anything that'll offend them and make one of these wrinkly fuckers drop dead." He specifically said towards the direction of Nathan, who uncomfortably shifted. "Other than that, I don't really give a shit what you do. Good?"

The group of community offenders, now dressed in street clothes, boredly hummed in response and watched as the older man grunted in disgust as an old woman passed by him.

"Alright, piss off." Shaun finally stated before trekking towards his office, swiftly shutting the door behind him.

"He's cheery." Curtis snarked, shrugging his way towards a table of old women.

Alisha glanced at Nathan, then towards the group of women, and back at him.

"So, which is it going to be this time?" She grinned. "The gummy one?" Alisha pointed towards a woman, outwardly chuckling and missing her dentures.

Curtis stopped in his tracks, huffed a laugh and quickly covered his mouth.

"That's just wrong." He said to Alisha, Kelly grimacing in response. Alisha just laughed and quirked her head at Nathan.

"So, which one is tickling your fancy?" Alisha chuckled in a mocking voice.

"Funny," Nathan sulkily grinned before breaking out in distress. "You know, that was a very traumatic experience." He frowned before gesturing around. "This! It's triggering!"

Kelly, somewhat emphatic, blinked up at him. She squinted at him before gagging.

"Don't think about that!" She angrily groaned. "I don't wanna hear about it. Yeugh, that's disgusting." Kelly gripped at her shaking head.

"Disgusting for you? I had to live it!" Nathan gasped, appalled.

"Didn't you enjoy it? I think you said you did." Alisha quipped.

"I never! I never said that." Nathan whispered, glaring at Alisha. Simon smirked at him. "That twat!" He pointed towards Simon accusingly. "Implied that I enjoyed it. I didn't... Okay, I did when she was still fit and young, but not after that!"

Simon stared at Nathan, unconvinced.

"Y'know, how about you take one for the team? Hmm?" Nathan jeered, grabbing the shorter boy and pointing his head towards the much older ladies. "I know legal aged isn't your thing, but an older woman is far more knowledgeable than any year four. You'll learn loads, and you absolutely need that knowledge." He explained into Simon's ear, who was furiously furrowing his brows. "And the gummy one-" He pointed toward the toothless woman. "Honestly, would feel great on the prick."

"Ugh! You're disgusting!" Kelly barked, punching Nathan in the arm. Alisha laughed in delight.

Simon looked as if he was contemplating Nathan's comment but quickly shook his head in disgust and pushed him away.

"Oww!" Nathan yelped, gripping his arm while glaring at Kelly and then Simon. "I was just trying to help! But clearly, you don't want it." He scoffed. "I think I need some therapeutic alone time." Nathan patted at his shoe and trailed out the door.

"Prick." Curtis huffed out with a smirk, finally approaching the group of seniors. Kelly and Alisha followed behind.

Simon lurked back, unsure what to do. The last time the pensioners had been here was back when Sally was still here. He guiltily adjusted his collar and smoothed his hair down at the thought. He started moving around the space, fiddling with his fingers, trying not to look as awkward as he felt.

Still thinking, he looked around, wondering where the kind, friendly, and unexpectedly grabby woman he had spent most of the previous dances with was. He wasn't really ashamed to admit that old people freaked him out, like how their wrinkly skin reminded him of expired food, a visual reminder of how close death was. His Granny is like that; probably, the whole fear stems from her. It was her hands that always freaked him out. His Granny is quite a vain woman; she would never admit it, but his father had told him she had some work done to her face. It was obvious, not because it was a botched job, but because it made her look thirty years younger, yet her hands told a completely different story. It always frightened him as a child when she'd touch him. It was as if the grim reaper was clawing at him, squeezing his cheeks.

He shivered with the thought.

Barbara didn't play into that fear; Yes, she was older, but not frighteningly older, and she only made him uncomfortable because she grabbed his butt a couple of times. But he still liked her; she was sweet to him.

He scanned around, looking for her again, still unable to spot her. He immediately thought of the worst.

"What are you looking for!?" A woman squawked behind him, grabbing at his sleeve.

Simon yelped with fright, jumping back and tugging his arm out of the lady's grip. He glared down at her hand, which was wildly wrinkly—Terrifying.

"How rude!" She gasped, clutching her hand to her chest.

Simon stared at her. Awkwardly, to say the least.

"Can you not speak?" The woman asked in a patronizing way.

"... I can," Simon responded flatly.

"So?" She looked at him blankly. He doesn't think he's being rude at all, but this lady sure is acting like he's the scum of society.

"I- I was just looking for, um, Barbara." He stumbled with his words, anxiously twisting his hands.

"Barbara? Oh, she's gone." She unenthusiastically waved him off.

"She died?" Simon asked with distress.

"What! No... I wish." The lady grumbled, grabbing her teacup and swishing it around. "She's up in Nottingham visiting her daughter." She stated, causing Simon to take a deep breath of relief. She took a sip of tea and handed Simon the cup. "Be a dear and fill this."

He reluctantly grabbed the teacup and walked over to the other side of the table, rolling his eyes. He grabbed the teapot, poured the liquid into the cup, and placed it on the table in front of her.

She took a sip. "Sit," She said, waving at him to sit down.

Pulling the chair back with a squeak, he sat beside her, with his hands in his lap, biting at the inside of his cheek. No one else was at the table. Simon assumed that no one wanted to sit near her because... well, she was honestly a bit of a bitch. He poured himself some tea.

"Are you going to introduce yourself or not?"

"Oh, Simon. I'm Simon."

She looked at him with a raised brow as if waiting for him to say something else. "Are you going to ask me anything? I swear your generation." She scoffed with an eye roll.

"Um- and you are?" Simon asked with a slight raise of confusion, trying ever so hard to seem polite to this woman.

"Ingrid Evans," She said with a smirk as she raised her hand for Simon to shake.

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Evans." Simon shook her hands and attempted to smile normally, but internally, he was screaming fearfully.

"Ooh, Mrs. Evans, you're making me blush!" She giggled and fanned at her cheek. "You know my fifth husband's name was also Simon. What a coincidence!"

Simon hummed in response. He wanted to run away from this conversation. This woman was very confusing.

She then continued to talk for what seemed like hours about her many ex-husbands and which traits Simon happened to resemble in each one.

"You are an excellent listener. Many don't have that trait; None of my husbands did." She chuckled.

"Thanks." He mumbled into his teacup

"You're one of those community payback kids, right?" Mrs Evans suddenly asked out of the blue. Simon nodded, and she continued. "What in heavens did you do to get stuck around these wrinkly headcases?"

Simon gaped, quickly filling his mouth with tea to avoid answering. He felt an arm sling around his shoulder, and someone's mouth breathed hot air into his ear; he squirmed at the feeling.

"So this is who you're going for?" Nathan whispered. "She's a bit too posh for my taste. I would've gone for gummy. A bit creepy, but I bet she'd know what to do with it if you know what I mean." He kissed Simon's cheek before rising back to his full height. "Hi," He greeted Mrs. Evans.

"Ugh, you reek!" She held her nose. "Go away." She waved him off.

Nathan gasped in shock. "Reek?" He mumbled under his breath.

Simon agreed with Mrs. Evans' thought. Nathan stunk of skunk... So that was the 'therapeutic alone time' he was talking about.

Nathan grabbed Simon's arm and hauled him up, causing Simon to stumble as he did. He then leads Simon away from Mrs. Evans, turning around and sticking his tongue out at her. Simon can hear her appalled gasp.

"What a wrinkly cunt!" Nathan comments, leaning back towards Simon's ear. "So you're into cunts, huh?" Nathan wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

Simon shakes his head in disapproval.

"Ah, not cunts? Pricks then?" Nathan smiles wickedly.

"I'm... I'm not ga-" Simon begins to say while Nathan stares at him unconvinced.

"Y'know, you keep saying that." Nathan quips. "But you're not convincing me that you're not."

"Why are you so concerned about my sexuality?" Simon asked. "Because I think you might be obsessed with the idea that I might want to kiss... guys." He weakly ended. "That sounds pretty gay on your part." He finally said with a cheeky smirk.

Nathan let go of him in shock, unable to get any words out. He just shrugged instead of answering, walking over to the table full of snacks.

"I'm bloody starving," He says as he picks up a muffin, picking at the top and shoves it into his mouth.

Simon follows him over, looking over the table and then over to the end of it. Watching Shaun as he grabs a scone, takes a bite, and grimaces. He spits back his bite into the scone and puts it back.

"Gross," Shaun gags before walking away.

Simon looked over to Nathan to gauge his reaction, but he couldn't care less as he munched on the muffin.

"This is so good," Nathan moaned, shoving more of it into his mouth. "Here, try some." He handed Simon the wrapper with only a scrap of actual muffin.

"I'm good... Thanks." Simon politely refused.

Nathan shrugged and continued eating. He perked up a bit, listening to the new song that started playing, lightly bopping along with the beat.

"Oh, I love this song!" He enthusiastically said, thrusting his hips while doing a quick spin. He tossed the muffin wrapper onto the table before breaking into a jazzy jig.

Simon watched Nathan with a smirk, holding back a snicker as he almost bumped into a man with a walker.

"Yeesh—" Nathan groans, dodging the man while shaking his head. "Some people have no spatial awareness." Simon rolled his eyes at him. Nathan pawed at Simon's hands, grabbing a hold of them. "Come on, get that rhythm into ya!" He sang-sung, pulling Simon onto the dance floor.

"I—I don't kno—" Simon attempted to say while Nathan hastily maneuvered them into a sloppy attempt at tango dancing.

"Oi, take that massive stick outta your arse already!" Nathan shouted. He shimmied backwards, then upwards, shaking his shoulders and moving his face centimetres away from Simon's. "Dance!" He commanded, grabbing ahold of the other's hips, forcing them to move with the beat. "Rock the night away," Nathan sang along with the lyrics. "Come on, Barry! I've seen you dance before. I know you can do it!"

Simon began to dance along but much less wildly and vigorously than Nathan. He simply rocked along and moved his feet as the Irishman's hands held his hips. Simon could feel his cheeks redden as Nathan touched him, and the seniors' eyes fell upon them.

"Awh, you're so... stiff... robotic even," Nathan smirked as he let go of Simon and began doing the robot, causing Simon to laugh aloud. "You like that, huh?" The taller boy's brow quirked up. "What about this?" He asked as he started imitating moves he'd seen Simon do in the past, flailing his arms around his face and head.

Simon followed suit, allowing himself to become more relaxed and confident. He began dancing and upstaging Nathan with moves he had spent years practicing. As the two danced together, Simon couldn't help but remember the time in the club when he'd been dosed, and all eyes were on him, mimicking him. He felt the awkwardness seep back into himself.

Nathan reached to Simon's shoulder, caressing it. "Relax," He whispered, leaning into his ear. Nathan let go of his shoulder and grabbed his hand instead, forcing Simon to spin him.

"There we go!" He chuckled as the other giggled. Nathan brought Simon's hand down to sit around his waist. He rocked into Simon, causing him to start dancing more dirty. Nathan looked into Simon's eyes, catching them darken; he winked suggestively at him.

Simon tucked his head into the taller's neck, his breath hitching as Nathan ground into him. He looked up to see Alisha gasping, staring right at him. She smirked. He began scanning around the room as they rocked together. Noticing the many appalled glares from the pensioners, he pulled back from the Irishman. Patting down his hair while still moving with the beat, he attempted to pretend nothing was wrong.

Simon looked over at Curtis, who was dancing with three ladies. He looked at Simon, shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head with a smile. He attempted a weak smile back.

"Kelly!" Nathan gleefully shouted, miming for her to come over. "I want to rock with you!" He sang the lyrics at Kelly as she came over and bumped her hip into Nathan's. She began dancing, matching his feverish pace.

"Oi, come on!" Kelly playfully said as she lightly bumped Simon's hip. He smiled and started to dance more enthusiastically again. The three danced together—smiling.

Nathan raised his arms into the air, dramatically jazzing them back down, and blew kisses at Kelly and Simon. The two laughed together in response. Kelly grabbed Simon's hands, getting him to dance with her frantically.

In Simon's life, it either went two ways with dances. He was bored and lonely, or he was humiliated and shamed. The last time he went to a school dance was in year ten, and a couple of boys who picked on him had dumped the punch bowl onto him. That drew the line for him. The event soured any prom-like occasion for his future self.

But today was different, and he was having fun. He openly laughed as an old woman grabbed Nathan for a dance, and he yelped and hid into Kelly's embrace.

"Don't be a wanker!" She scolded him.

Simon giggled as Nathan rolled his eyes at her and moved toward him instead.

"Protect me from their wrinkly grasp, Barry." He whimpered, falling into Simon's arms as if he were a fainting leading lady.

He didn't feel alone in that moment. He was having fun— Simon smiled brightly.

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